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I just can't do anything right anymore.
I went to a party on Friday night after seeing Kid Cudi and got completely trashed. I didn't mean to. I started out just having one shot. And then I had a beer. But then I played beer pong. And then Kris convinced me to have about three more shots. And then I had some more beer. And maybe another shot, I don't quite remember. All I know is that by the end of the night I was puking in this dude's backyard and my friend Jonny had to hold back my hair and rub my back and get me water. I passed out in the grass until he took my friends and I home and he, Frances and Robby had to walk me back up to my dorm and Frances helped me take off my clothes and get into bed because I could barely stand up.
And all Mike and I do is fight. He's mad because I went to a party where there were guys and got drunk. I'm mad because I think he's overreacting.
It seems like we don't ever talk anymore because I'm so busy. I try to make time for him, really, I do. There's just so much going on that it's hard to sit down and have a phone conversation with someone for more than fifteen minutes.
He keeps saying that things will get better, and I try to believe him, but I'm skeptical. I mean, this is my first week at college, classes have barely started and I'm already this busy. It's going to get even more hectic further into the school year.
I guess I just have to be optimistic about this. I want this relationship to work out more than anything, even if it does mean sacrificing my social life.
I went to a party on Friday night after seeing Kid Cudi and got completely trashed. I didn't mean to. I started out just having one shot. And then I had a beer. But then I played beer pong. And then Kris convinced me to have about three more shots. And then I had some more beer. And maybe another shot, I don't quite remember. All I know is that by the end of the night I was puking in this dude's backyard and my friend Jonny had to hold back my hair and rub my back and get me water. I passed out in the grass until he took my friends and I home and he, Frances and Robby had to walk me back up to my dorm and Frances helped me take off my clothes and get into bed because I could barely stand up.
And all Mike and I do is fight. He's mad because I went to a party where there were guys and got drunk. I'm mad because I think he's overreacting.
It seems like we don't ever talk anymore because I'm so busy. I try to make time for him, really, I do. There's just so much going on that it's hard to sit down and have a phone conversation with someone for more than fifteen minutes.
He keeps saying that things will get better, and I try to believe him, but I'm skeptical. I mean, this is my first week at college, classes have barely started and I'm already this busy. It's going to get even more hectic further into the school year.
I guess I just have to be optimistic about this. I want this relationship to work out more than anything, even if it does mean sacrificing my social life.